In the middle of the storm,
In the middle of the desert,
In the middle of my mess, You wash my feet
In the middle of it all, You are
Oh Lord. You'll never leave.
In the middle of my brokenness,
In the middle of my nothing,
In the middle of my cry, You answer me
Oh Lord, You'll never leave
Oh, my King, You'll never leave
In the middle of my storm
In the middle of my desert,
In the middle of my mess,
you come down and wash my feet
In the middle of it all, here you are
In the middle of it all, here you are
In the middle of it all, here you are
Oh no, you'll never leave
You're right here with me
Never, you'll never leave
Walking, walking beside me
You're closer than the air that I breathe
Oh God, you're invading my space
Closer than the skin on my broken frame
You know every word on my lips
Every day of my life, God
Is written, written in your book
You know me inside and out
You created me in my mother's womb
You never even thought about leaving me
You came down from heaven.
Walked right into my sin.
And with a towel and a basin.
You washed the feet, washed the feet.
The filthy feet of me, God
Who's ever heard such a thing
That the God of all would come down
An d wash the feet of the one he loves
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